Category «Flash Fiction Fun»

By Marian Gorrell Hector was feeling desperate.  As the world’s last centaur he had been captured and forced into slave labor in the circus, where obese boneheads paid $5 to ride him around an arena.  Eight years of this immoral humiliation took its toll on his body, and he began to suffer spinal instability and …

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I came into the kitchen where my wife made brunch, my bald pate bedazzled. She glanced up. “Extravagant,” she said, stirring some picante sauce. “Did the kids do that to you?” “No, Marge.” After ten years of marriage, I was ready to tell her about each fetish. “I want you to rub my bald head, …

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…and I’ll turn them into a strange story for Flash Fiction Fun, July 7, 2017!

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By Marian Gorrell “Hello, my name is Don, and I suffer from necrophilia,” said the addlepated, nervous newcomer to the Sexual Deviant Support Group. “Hiiiii Dooooonnn,” came the unanimous response. “Why don’t you go ahead and tell us your story, Don?” prompted the moderator, patronizingly. Don let out a deep sigh while he collected his …

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Some would call Buttercup’s valedictorian speech Machiavellian, others compared it to Trump’s unpresidential “covfefe” tweet. No one knew what bedeviled her; what perfunctory motive she had to enter the high school graduation that way. There was no traditional gown, no roses in her hands or pollen on her fingers. Instead, the usually bubbly, charismatic and …

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Karen wanted to take her mother to the Waitan Waterfront for vacation, but Polly had seen the beach in Baraza, Zanzibar on MySpace and insisted they go there instead. “It looks just sublime,” Polly said in her southern twang. “But mom, what if you catch some incurable disease from the foreign ecology? Is there even …

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I check the address again before knocking on the door of the mansion. Some pugnacious douchebag answers and says, “I think you’ve gotten your hats mixed up,” as he tips his derby ostentatiously. I try to smile as I adjust my sombrero with one hand and clutch an enchilada tray in the other. “I’m Dave. …

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I suffered horrible sleep deprivation in anticipation of our tropical getaway to Jamaica. My astrological forecast said something catastrophic would happen if I went out in the rain. “You can’t cancel our trip because of some ghostwriter of the zodiac on Yahoo,” Carl said, pulling our boarding passes from the printer. “Don’t be selfish, we’ve …

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By Marian Gorrell “Listen up you ghouls,” called Mephistopheles from atop a particularly ornate crypt in the Merry Cemetery. “We used to be able to hold the attention of those dorky mortals, but reality TV has made them oblivious to our allure. We’ve recently been upstaged by a damn giraffe and it’s making me bonkers! …

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Tired of being the pusillanimous company harbinger—obsequiousness to a fault—I approach my mendacious boss and tell him I loathe him. That he’s a kittywompus doppelganger of that hoodlum from Batman. “You’re fired,” is his only response. “Seriously? But contractually . . .” He cut me off. “Yes.” His monosyllabic answer changes everything. My first move …

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